Chapter 47 Chao Yang flirts without realizing it

Fan Mixi put his arm around Jiang Chaoyang's shoulders and half-forced him to move forward. Jiang Chaoyang was still thinking of what excuse he could use to get away.

"Why are you walking so slowly?" Fan Mixi leaned close to his ear, staring straight at Jiang Chaoyang's profile, "Or do you like being led around like this?"

Jiang Chaoyang was just about to turn around and curse when a figure came from the front and blocked their way.

Han Shuquan's gaze lingered for a moment on the arm that was tightly embracing Jiang Chaoyang, and then he slowly raised his eyes to meet Fan Mixi's unpleasant gaze.

Han Shuquan just raised his eyebrows and curled up the corners of his mouth in an arc that seemed to be about to smile.

In Jiang Chaoyang's eyes, this expression looked like he was asking for a beating.

Fan Mixi spoke first, "A good dog doesn't block the road. Can't you see you're busy?"

Han Shuquan seemed to have just noticed Jiang Chaoyang. "What are you busy with? I have something to talk to him about."

"What's up? Wait in line first."

Jiang Chaoyang seized the opportunity when the two were talking, suddenly bent down, and pushed his elbow back hard, hitting Fan Mixi's ribs.

Fan Mixi frowned and loosened his grip. Jiang Chaoyang slid out like a loach and in a few steps he was beside Han Shuquan. "Let's go."

Fan Mixi was stunned for a moment as he looked at his empty arms, as if he had not expected Jiang Chaoyang to leave so easily.

He laughed instead of getting angry, "No way? You've actually learned how to find a backer?"

Han Shuquan looked at Jiang Chaoyang and saw that he had chosen to stand on his side. He raised the corner of his lip and glanced at Jiang Chaoyang. "Why are you standing there? Do I need to invite you in a sedan chair?"

Jiang Chaoyang was choked by Han Shuquan's words and almost kicked him.

He suddenly remembered that Han Shuquan had the same attitude when they first met.

I thought this kid had changed, but he's still so naughty even with his mouth closed.

Central Monitoring Room——

On the huge circular screen wall, countless split screens switched silently.

A man sat in the control chair, wearing a pair of monocular glasses on his nose, his fingers tapping lightly on the operating table, his eyes fixed on one of the surveillance screens.

The picture shows Fan Mixi and Jiang Chaoyang.

Suddenly, the door of the monitoring room slid open silently.

The man was still staring at the screen, as if he had expected it: "Ban Mizai stopped him."

The harmless smile on Xie Song's face had long since disappeared without a trace, replaced by an almost lazy indifference. He walked in front of the screen.

In the surveillance video, Han Shuquan took his men away.

The man leaned back in his chair, pushing the frame of his glasses with his fingertips. His voice was slightly magnetic and calm: "It seems that Han Shuquan is very concerned about this experimental subject."

Xie Song remained silent, his hands clasped behind his head and his eyes narrowed slightly. "They keep getting in my way one after another. How come I didn't know that the SA organization was starting to split?"

The man tapped his finger on the console and called up another set of data, which was the error report of Miao Xiu Yu's previous failed attempt to extract Jiang Chaoyang's pheromones.

"Perhaps it's because of his special nature that we can't extract the pheromones, but the pheromone concentration is too high. Such experimental value cannot be harmed casually."

He paused, then looked at Xie Song through his monocle, his gaze steady. "But if we keep using gentle methods, we never know when we'll find a breakthrough."

Xie Song did not refute, "What do you want to say?"

"Take him to the pheromone control room."

"Are you sure? If you break it, it's gone."

The man's voice remained even. "Speeding up the process is the most important thing. Direct stimulation is much more effective than simple tests."

Xie Song smiled lightly.

The door closed silently again.

The man was the only one left in the central monitoring room, the cold fluorescent light reflected on his expressionless face.

The two walked side by side for a distance. After confirming that Fan Mixi had not caught up, Jiang Chaoyang slowed down his pace and turned his head to look at Han Shuquan beside him:

"What do you want from me?"

"Can't I just go and catch up with Teacher Jiang if there's nothing else?" Han Shuquan shrugged. "After all, I paid the tutoring fees."

Jiang Chaoyang rolled his eyes at him speechlessly.

This guy was obviously helping him out, but he insisted on acting like he was asking for a beating. He knew that Han Shuquan's appearance was not a coincidence at all.

"Thank you." Jiang Chaoyang said.

Han Shuquan tutted his words, as if disdaining the thanks. He stopped and looked at Jiang Chaoyang. The cold white light fell on his face, making his blue eyes, which always had a playful look, appear more serious.

"Don't trust anyone who approaches you here. Don't trust anyone."

Jiang Chaoyang was silent for a moment, then asked, "Can you believe it?"

Han Shuquan was stunned.

The corridor fell silent for a moment.

Han Shuquan moved closer to him, leaning down slightly, almost nose to nose with Jiang Chaoyang, and the look in his eyes became a little cold:

"cannot."

The voice was clear and cold.

"I'm not as kind as you think." Han Shuquan curled his lips, as if mocking something. "Trusting others is like handing a knife into their hands. When you get stabbed depends entirely on their mood and the price you have to pay."

Jiang Chaoyang: "What if I die?"

The atmosphere froze again.

Instead of showing any sympathy or comfort, Han Shuquan just laughed softly.

He moved closer again, this time touching Jiang Chaoyang's forehead, his fangs clearly revealed under the smile on his lips.

Jiang Chaoyang's attention was attracted by the canine tooth.

"So do you want to die?"

Han Shuquan's breath brushed Jiang Chaoyang's lips, carrying the gentle whisper of a lover, but the words he said were chilling:

"If you want, it would be better to die by my hands."

"There are many ways to kill you, and each one is very painful. Teacher Jiang wants to..."

Han Shuquan's words came to an abrupt end.

He was stunned and opened his eyes slightly. He saw Jiang Chaoyang's fingers pressing on his lips.

Jiang Chaoyang pressed his index finger on Han Shuquan's lower lip, which was still speaking, right at the position of the canine tooth. He twisted his upper lip, revealing the sharp tooth completely:

"Every time I see you talking or laughing, I can see your canine teeth showing."

Jiang Chaoyang didn't notice Han Shuquan's stiff expression and sighed, "This is too childish. It's so different from your image."

Suddenly, Han Shuquan slammed his jaws shut, and his sharp fangs bit the finger hard.

“What the hell!!”

A sharp stinging sensation came instantly, and Jiang Chaoyang pulled his hand back abruptly, only to see a deep tooth mark on the tip of his index finger, with blood visible, and bright red blood quickly seeping out.

"Are you sick?" Jiang Chaoyang grabbed his injured finger.

Han Shuquan licked the blood from the corner of his lips. His expression was gloomy and a little vicious. He stared at Jiang Chaoyang and gritted his teeth:

"You're the one who's sick. You're just touching someone's lips with your fingers. What? Are you welcoming me to do something?"

Jiang Chaoyang's face froze, realizing that he had indeed done something impolite. He scratched his neck awkwardly and said, "I noticed your teeth looked strange... I got carried away on impulse. Sorry."

Han Shuquan snorted coldly, as if he was dissatisfied with his apology. The violent emotion in his eyes faded a little, turning into an unclear irritation.

He turned and left, leaving behind a sentence:

"If you keep flirting with me, I'll keep you out of bed for a week."

Jiang Chaoyang didn't hear a few words clearly, and before he could ask, Han Shuquan had disappeared around the corner.